Tri-genre Scene 6

I was admiring my new fedora and trench coat in the glass when the dame walked in. She was built like a plate of Brussels sprouts: round in all the right places. "I need you to find my husband," she said.

I lit a butt and blew smoke at the ceiling. Then I poured myself a stiff one. She hadn't left yet, so I said, "Gimme all your money."

She opened her moneybag and handed me four C-notes. "The rest," I said. She hesitated, then reached into her bra and gave me another three C's. They were warm and